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Gwendolyn, the 20-something doll faced secretary fresh out of college, looked like she was trying to take up as little space as possible. Walter gazed at the girl from across his desk, drumming his fingers. She was holding a sheet, patiently waiting for the right moment to hand it to him.

"Please, Gwendolyn, take a seat" She flinched at hearing her full name out loud and quickly sat down. Walter frowned, she had never been bothered by her full name before. To cover it up he gestured for the paper "Is- Is that your resume?"

"Yes. I figured since you're my direct superior and this is our first official meeting I'd thought you'd want to know... " She said, handing him the single sheet.

Curious as to what had changed compared to the old Gwendolyn. He took it in. The usual degrees and activities. Proficient in Office, bilingual with Spanish at a conversational level, she even volunteered at the local animal shelter.

"Oh, I apologize. Gwen Smith." Had that been her last name before? He couldn't remember. "Or do you prefer to keep it more formal, Mrs. Smith?"

"Oh no Mr. Stimmons. Either Gwen or Miss Smith is fine." She giggled at the notion of marriage. "Whichever you prefer, of course."

"Gwen it is." Walter continued. "Now, as for your duties. Don't worry. You have access to my mailbox and agenda, and will manage my appointments. It's a breeze trust me. Furthermore..." He hesitated at the eager face of innocence before him. "...you are a breathtakingly gorgeous woman, if I may say so. And it is obvious you've taken the extra measures to look especially appealing today. My compliments."

Walter paused as the girl sitting in the chair morphed again. Her posture straightened and her bust surged outward as her face slimmed, meticulously done with deep shades that accentuated her eyes and lips. He took a look at her resume. Not much changed, besides an increased interest for beauty related skills.

"Why thank you, Mr. Stimmons." She smiled politely but uncomfortably. Looking at him like she didn't know whether to appreciate the compliment from the older gentleman or make a preemptive visit to HR.

"No need to be shy, Gwen. I can tell you are as taken by my as I am by you." He said, mock reading the resume. "It says here you were a VIP hostess at the Neon Nights Nightclub." As he spoke, the words appeared on the sheet.

Gwen was stone-faced, but he could tell she was struggling internally. I wonder how she justifies even including it? He chuckled, then noticed a skill that wasn't there before.

"You can hold your breath for 8 minutes without passing out..." Genuinely puzzled, he took another good look at the girl sitting in front of him. She had subtly continued to change, heavy lipstick paired with a top that showed a nearly impolite amount of cleavage, and a skirt that barely covered her hips.

"Oh, umm, yeah. That was, like, a mistake." She frowned " I mean, I really can. I think I left it in the resume by mistake. And yeah I was a hostess, I have good people skills, ya know?" She gave him a wink.

"Very interesting." Walter continued with a sly grin, any form of hesitation he felt quickly being overturned by lust "Preferably towards men my age, I bet. This will make your other duties all the more easy for you to manage."

"Oh really?" Gwen shifted in her seat, treating him to an enticing smile as she pushed her breasts outward. "You'll find I can manage quite a lot, Mr. Stimmons"